A Nordic winter's chill was my only warning as I stood in a swimming costume on Mount Fløyen, staring out at the icy slopes below and the darkening sky. A cold wind blew through my hair, carrying the faint scent of wood smoke from the houses dotting the slope above. The stars were beginning to twinkle in the inky mid-afternoon sky. I had been hesitant to join my friends for a swim in Bergen harbour, but something about the prospect of slipping into the water that day finally won out.
The experience was unlike anything I'd ever felt before - the chill of the water seeping into my bones, the gasp of breath as I struggled to get my head above water. It lasted only a minute, but it was enough to spark a chain reaction of events that would change my life forever. As we warmed up with hot chocolate and shared stories of our experiences in the water, I knew that I had found something special.
I'd been feeling burnt out and disconnected from my own sense of purpose after leaving my job, and this swim was like a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart. It made me realize that there were still things that brought me joy - the simple act of putting myself in an unfamiliar environment, of trusting my body to adapt to new challenges.
Over the next few weeks, I found myself drawn back to the water again and again. I started swimming once a week, wherever I was. In Copenhagen, it was as easy as slipping into my flat's harbour pool during lunch breaks. But soon I wanted more - I set out on a journey to explore the Nordic countries, seeking out new swimming spots and meeting other swimmers along the way.
As I traveled from country to country, I found myself immersed in a community of like-minded individuals who shared my passion for the water. There were women swimming naked, while others took part in the annual Viking swims or competed in the icy waters of Sweden's Lake Vänern. Through these encounters, I began to appreciate the power of swimming to connect us all - to transcend our daily worries and find a sense of belonging.
One of the most profound experiences was my swim in Greenland, where the sea ice floated beneath me like a shimmering veil. The tiny island of Uunartoq was both fragile and unforgiving, its natural hot pool an oasis amidst the icy vastness. As I waded into the waves, feeling the grains of sand slipping from beneath my feet, I realized that this journey had given me more than just a new perspective - it had shown me how to find beauty in the most unexpected places.
A year later, as I sit here reflecting on the experiences I've had, I know that swimming has changed me in ways I'm still discovering. It's taught me to trust myself and my body, to be open to new sensations and challenges. And it's shown me that, even in a world that can sometimes feel overwhelming, there are moments of beauty waiting just beneath the surface - if you're willing to look for them.
The experience was unlike anything I'd ever felt before - the chill of the water seeping into my bones, the gasp of breath as I struggled to get my head above water. It lasted only a minute, but it was enough to spark a chain reaction of events that would change my life forever. As we warmed up with hot chocolate and shared stories of our experiences in the water, I knew that I had found something special.
I'd been feeling burnt out and disconnected from my own sense of purpose after leaving my job, and this swim was like a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart. It made me realize that there were still things that brought me joy - the simple act of putting myself in an unfamiliar environment, of trusting my body to adapt to new challenges.
Over the next few weeks, I found myself drawn back to the water again and again. I started swimming once a week, wherever I was. In Copenhagen, it was as easy as slipping into my flat's harbour pool during lunch breaks. But soon I wanted more - I set out on a journey to explore the Nordic countries, seeking out new swimming spots and meeting other swimmers along the way.
As I traveled from country to country, I found myself immersed in a community of like-minded individuals who shared my passion for the water. There were women swimming naked, while others took part in the annual Viking swims or competed in the icy waters of Sweden's Lake Vänern. Through these encounters, I began to appreciate the power of swimming to connect us all - to transcend our daily worries and find a sense of belonging.
One of the most profound experiences was my swim in Greenland, where the sea ice floated beneath me like a shimmering veil. The tiny island of Uunartoq was both fragile and unforgiving, its natural hot pool an oasis amidst the icy vastness. As I waded into the waves, feeling the grains of sand slipping from beneath my feet, I realized that this journey had given me more than just a new perspective - it had shown me how to find beauty in the most unexpected places.
A year later, as I sit here reflecting on the experiences I've had, I know that swimming has changed me in ways I'm still discovering. It's taught me to trust myself and my body, to be open to new sensations and challenges. And it's shown me that, even in a world that can sometimes feel overwhelming, there are moments of beauty waiting just beneath the surface - if you're willing to look for them.